UKWF Broadcast Championship Fatal 4-Way

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2 RP cap, max. 500 words per RP.

[LeVine]

The footage comes into Marcus LeVine seated on a long black leather couch. His feet are propped up on a dark oak coffee table. The UKWF Broadcast Championship is lying on his left shoulder. Marcus's right hand is running across the title, his face is a twisted grin. He's wearing a tight, black, sleeveless leather jacket zipped up halfway through his chest. He's wearing nothing underneath the jacket. He's also wearing black leather pants and combat boots. Along with it all is a full Hershey's chocolate bar hanging out his mouth. Marcus snaps the chocolate with his mouth, taking a single piece with him as he looks dead into the camera, his eyes unmoving.

"I thought I was done with these pointless endeavours. I thought that I was finished with you Ace, but you did it, you wormed your way back into a match with me. You and the idiotic Jew Blazer as well. You two crawled your way into a match you don't deserve. Now, we also have competitors like Hazel Overton. I don't have a problem with her getting involved in this match, you see, she earned it. Now, by no means does her earning a match mean she has any chance of beating me, but she earned a title shot. Ace Watson, well he LOST. Not only did he lose, but he lost to me. Ace had three, count 'em, THREE chances to get this Broadcast Title and he failed.

So why is he in this match?

Because this company enjoys company men. Am I surprised? Of course, I'm not. Every company in the world enjoys company men and that's why a guy like me is never going to be enjoyed by the top. That's why James Kensington enjoys putting me in matches with useless men like Jew Blazer and Ace Watson, that's why I had to fight for my opportunities in UKWF while Ace get's handed a title match because he bitched long enough.

Let's look at the other members of the match though, let's look at Jew Blazer. The over-eccentric master of pandering with the uncanny ability to luck his way to win after win. Jew, I'm not like anyone you have ever faced before. I'm different. That's not just a tag line, it's not just a gimmick, it's not a brand, it's my life. I do this differently than anyone else who does it. I am THE top athlete in this company. Seven matches. Seven matches and you will call me the UKWF Champion. That's what the future holds for me, for you Blazer, the future holds a broken arm. 

Then there's Hazel, Hazel, you earned your match. Soon, very soon, in fact, I will coach you through exactly what I have planned for you Hazel. You pose an actual challenge to me, unlike your fellow competitors."

[Hazel Overton]

The sound of bodies hitting a hardwood floor echoes throughout the old gym as Hazel is standing beside a wrestling ring. Her face is covered in sweat as her dark hair is a tangled mess. Her breathing is a little off but that is normal after a tough workout with her personal trainer. Hazel is busy wiping her face when her trainer notices the small camera pointed at them.

What's with the camera Hazel?

Hazel slowly turns her head before turning back with a smirk. 

Don't worry your head about this okay. You just continue making me better and I'll keep you employed.

She says as he just tosses his hands up before walking out of the shot. 

Ever since Summerfest, my focus and drive have been on point. The moment I captured my first win since my return to this company, I have been scratching and clawing my way to the very top. People must have taken notice since I have EARNED this opportunity. I stress that word because some of us in this match hasn't done a damn thing to even be mentioned in this match. One name comes to mind and that name belongs to Ace Watson. The guy gets three chances to become champion and failed all three times. How many more excuses is he going to fucking make? Yes, I get it. He got screwed but guess what Ace. This isn't some popularity contest. You have to go to the back of the line. Just like I did. You see I was in the match to crown the first Broadcast champion. I never got another shot because people like you Ace kept jumping over me. People like Jew Blazer who has beaten no one jumps over me.

Hazel places the towel on her head and begins to dry her hair. 

Speaking of undeserving pricks, Jew Blazer. A man who has literally done nothing but beat countless nobodies. How can James just cut him right in front of me? Did he not see what I did to seven other people on night one? Everyone counted me out. Everyone doubted me. On that night, I proved that I belong here. I proved that I am someone you can't sleep on. Do you hear me Levine? Seven people didn't think I would walk out victorious. Do you think your silly parlor tricks are going to work on me? I've worked to fucking hard to have this opportunity slip. I meant what I said after night one. I'm done playing by house rules. I'm done being a stepping stone. You pricks better get used to seeing me. Because THE BITCH is coming for blood and gold.

Hazel gives a dark glare towards the camera before turning her head and walking out of focus.

[Hazel Overton]

It's pretty late in the evening as Hazel Overton is standing across the street from the Middlesborough Empire. Her arms are folded across her chest while her friends Ashley Fairchild and Jasmine Longfellow are standing right behind her. Her lips are curled up as a look of disdain appears in her dark eyes. Her black hair is draped across her left shoulder as she is shaking her head. 

"There she is girls. That is the place where I finally step out from the shadows and take MY rightful spot on the totem pole. For so long, I have been overlooked. I have underappreciated and I have been viewed as just some spoiled American. Well, that all stops at No Love Lost. It's no secret that my opponents have talent but they haven't scratched their way through the sand like I have. They are used to getting things handed to them while I've had to fight, scratch and claw my way to this moment. I re-emerged on night one of Summerfest and did the unthinkable," she begins while taking a deep breath. 

Her eyes float from side to side while surverying the perimeter of the venue. 

"I'm beginning to wonder if Ace Watson has bitten off more than he chew. I mean, he sure did cry an awful lot on night two. I mean it was pathetic how he was crying foul over something he would've done in the same situation. The fact that he lost in his third try at becoming a champion should have been a clue. How many opportunities is this man going to keep dropping before management pushes him to the back of the line. He didn't even have a solid rebuttal for when I asked him about the last time he actually won a match. It's almost like he brushed that question off to the side and continued to look over me like I was some kind of ghost. 

And where does the co-owner getting off telling Ace that he had a legitimate reason for this shot. Last time, I checked when you lose. You drop out of the race but I guess when you are Ace Watson you get to jump the line. Well, he is going to regret jumping in front of me. He is going to find out how vicious I can be when I do get overlooked. Don't take this as a threat Ace. Take this is a promise and a warning. I'm not coming to be your stepping stone. I'm definitely not going to let some jobber squashing idiot who has beaten no one jump over me either. 

As for our illustrious champion, you boast about being this unstoppable machine but are just like every other egomaniac out there. You spew nonsense and hope someone will fall for your ramblings like a pathetic child. You spoke on about coaching me well maybe I should coach you. You are just like everyone else. You are doubting me. You are undermining me and above all else. You are underestimating me. Seven people tried that shit and found themselves staring up at me. That's going to be the same picture because I'm the BITCH who will leave all of you in a FUCKING HAZE," she says while placing her hand over the camera lens. 

[The Jew Blazer]

THE JEW BLAZER
The Sandwich Skit

"You don't belong here." someone says. Mild-mannered Joshua Goldstein continues to happily bob his head along to the music coming from his headphones, humming the tune to 'Limelight' by Rush.

"Hey." The person says, roughly tapping Josh on the shoulder. Josh takes off his headphones and turns to face the person.

"Hi there, stranger! Is my music too loud?" Josh asks.

"You haven't earned your spot in this line. You don't belong here. Go to the back." The person says.

"Uh... no, actually this is my spot. I got here before any of you did and have done....everything you guys have done to get here so uh... yeah." Josh says.

"You don't deserve a sandwich. I've wanted a sandwich longer than you have." Someone in the back of the line shouts ahead at Josh. The atmosphere around the New York Food Truck is becoming heated.

"This is confusing. This is a confusing conversation and I don't understand why everyone is so angry. I just want a sandwich, don't we all want a sandwich?" Josh says.

"Yes but I worked harder for the sandwich." Someone else in line shouts.

"I mean, how do you know you worked harder for a sandwich?" Josh asks.

"Well...I mean....look at how silly you look!" The person repsonds. Josh looks down, seeing his Def Leppard t-shirt, torn jeans, red Chuck Taylors, and Justice League messenger bag. That is to say nothing of his glorious Jewfro.

"You can be silly and still have worked hard for a sandwich." Josh says.

"I AM WEARING ATIE! I HAVE A BRIEFCASE!" A furious bald man in a suit says. HE shakes his briefcase wildly, causing it to open and several papers to blow out.

"It is a very nice tie, sir." Josh says.

"BUT I HATE IT! WHY WAS I SO SERIOUS ALL THE TIME IF I COULD HAVE BEEN SILLY AND HAD FUN AND STILL GOTTEN A SANDWICH!!!" The bald man replies.

"I mean, I dress up like a superhero and have fun but I also know when it's time to get serious. That's why I get a sandwich." Josh says. The guy on the food truck clears his throat.

"Hm? Oh right. A Reuben, extra dressing." Josh says and soon his sandwich is being prepared. For a brief moment there is silence.

"Wow, The Metaphor really did just take a huge dump." Josh says.

"What?" The person asks, looking very confused.

"The Metaphor. It's my dogs name. I call her Phorry for short. She went boom boom." Josh says. Using a plastic bag he bends down and picks up said boom boom and tosses it into a nearby trash can.

"You're weird." The person says. Josh shrugs as he is handed a paper bag.

"Still got my sandwich." Josh says, holding the paper bag concealing untold deliciousness high to the envy of all those who remain sandwichless. Josh puts on his headphones and the complaints are drowned out as he leaves.

[LeVine]

The scene opens with footage of an airport, shot from a hand-held camera. In the centre of the Frame is The Maniac of Montreal, Marcus LeVine, and his fiancee, Cassie Sykes, and it's now clear we're watching fan footage. Marcus is on the phone, presumably with his agent, and what can be heard from his side is an argument over scheduling conflicts. Cassie taps her fiance on the shoulder.

"I think we're missing a bag."

Marcus lowers his phone and looms concerned for a moment before speaking, "which one?"

"The black carry-on bag. The small one that you carry your title around in."

Marcus lets out a large sigh of relief before laughing and shaking his head, "whatever, they can just make a new one. I'm not chasing down a taxi."

The rest of the camera footage consists of the fan behind the camera asking Marcus for his autograph. The fan walks away from the Cult Classic, before presumably forgetting that his camera was still on and getting on the phone. What he's saying is barely audible to the camera.

"Hello is this Toronto Taxis?

Yes.

Thank you, I believe I left a bag in one of your taxis, is there any chance you could check that for me?

Thank you, it should be a small black duffel bag, inside should be a large belt, like, Really big. On the front, it'll say "Broadcast."

Thank you very much."

With that, the camera footage cut off.

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Now we see a much more professional film set-up. A smoke filled, dark room, with Marcus LeVine, sat in the centre in his black leather chair, his broadcast title noticeably absent.. He sat with his torso leaning forward and his chin resting on his interlocked hands. He spoke softly, letting every word flow in an almost eerily calm way.

"Ladies and Gentleman, may I have your attention, please. You all should know who I am, but in case you need a refresher course: my name is Marcus LeVine. I am, without a doubt, one of the top wrestlers in UKWF, and the evidence for that is the title I won not long ago. You see, I won the Broadcast title because I am a man of action. I am someone who hates this long task of talking to you people. I hate being all talk. I'm not Jew Blazer, I'm not Ace Watson, talking to you invalids is a chore. Now, I want to make things clear, I am preparing for a war. A war with Hazel Overton, the only fighter in this match worth my time. The one who earned it. I think fighting her will be a challenge, a challenge which I am more than capable of conquering. I will walk in as the Broadcast champion and will walk out as Broadcast champion. If anyone truly wants to hold my belt, they're free to find and return it to me."

[The Jew Blazer]

THE JEW BLAZER

Chutzpah

The Jew Blazer poses dramatically, his cape blowing in the wind. We can;t hear him because the fan that has caused this glorious effect is blowing too loud. The Blazer gestures to the fan operator but that gesture catches his cape in just the right way that The Jew Blazer falls and finally the fan is turned off and we hear someone say 'Cut'.

"You aren't gonna use that take, right?" The Blazer asks the cameraman. The camera moves side to side to indicate the shaking of a head.

"Okay good. Take two!" The Blazer says.

We start over and the fan is now at a more manageable speed and volume.

"Hello UKWF, it is I...The Semitic Superhero! The Hebrew Hero! The Raddest Man on the Planet! The Maccabee Marvel! El Rey de Jewcha Libre! Other nicknames! So many nicknames! Most importantly though is....THE JEW BLAZER! I'm the man who swore to you all that 2017 is the year I win my first singles title and by golly I am sticking to that promise. So without further ado, let's address my opponents." The Blazer says.

"Ace Watson! Seems like a good dude! Can't wait to fight him and put on a good show for all the Rad people. Yeah!" The Jew Blazer says, interrupted by the fan blowing some of his hair in his mouth. He spits it out.

"Our current Broadcat Champion Marcus Levine is here to assure me he is unlike anyone I have ever faced before and is the 'Top Athlete in this company'. Well, Marc, I've faced a lot of those now. I've squared off with quite a few 'Best-Alives', 'Best-In-The-Worlds', and more than few 'REAL WRESTLERS' and do you know what they all ended up having in common? Matching bootprints on their faces from the Skinny Jew they didn't take seriously. Pride cometh before a fall, Marcus. What doesn't come before a fall is Chutzpah. Chutzpah is a lot like pride but it's the kind of pride that actually gets things done. I've got Chutzpah for days, Marcus. Chutzpah is what wakes me up in the morning ready to prove the entire world wrong." The Jew Blazer says, posing heroically.

"This leads us to Hazel Overton who told me I beat nobody important so many times that I almost believed it. I beat nobody? MULTIPLE TIMES I sent the NME to the locker room licking their wounds with a series of victories that left them thoroughly embarassed. Who was their leader again? Oh right, pretty sure it was the guy who is currently UKWF Champion. Nobody. I beat nobody. You and Marcus can go on and keep treating me like a joke. That only makes the punchline where I leave with the Broadcast title even more satisfying. I'm ready for all the fight you can give me and I've brought quite a bit of my own, Let's Blaze!" The Blazer says. Someone leans on the switch for the fan and the Blazer is knocked down once more.

[Ace Watson]

“This is my last shot.” Ace Watson leans against a plain white wall, situated at a beach front in the sunny Melbourne, Australia. This was the day of Ace’s match against a man he was zero and one against, Seth Iser. It was the chance for him to level things up, and today was a big day.

“I've not been told I can't have another shot after this by anyone else, this is my decision. Regardless of what happens, this match will be the last shot I allow myself at the Broadcast Championship.” Ace stood up from the wall and ran his hand over his head, where his hair was growing back slightly after an accident lead to him needing to shave it all off. “I've been chasing this title for too long, and it seems most people think I shouldn't even have this last match for it. But I'll get to that. If I can't win the title this time then it'll be time for a new challenge. I don't know what yet, but after about seven or eight months going after the Broadcast Championship it's time to either take it or leave it. I'm prepared for things to go down that would otherwise make me want to dispute the result of this match. It's a fatal four way, anything can happen in those. Not to mention there's no DQ so LeVine can get his girlfriend to help him out again.”

Ace chuckles, shaking his head. Clearly still a little frustrated that the match had gone down that way but still willing to laugh at it. “But even if they do, then I will just accept it and move on. I have to.”

Watson nods, not to the camera, but more to himself. “This all means I have to be at my best. I have to be alert, I have to be fast, I have to be strong. I can't let myself get caught out again. I have to be at my very best. And I'm confident enough to know that at my best I can beat anyone. And at No Love Lost I will beat LeVine, Overton and Blazer.”

Watson stood straight, his shoulders back and his chest forward. “I have no ill-will to Blazer, yes he beat me in the past but that was when I was with the NME, and I'm not that same man anymore. Back then I did doubt him for the way he looks and the way he acts. Of course I did. But it's clear he's earned this shot, much like Overton has.”

“Overton has clearly been frustrated recently. She's been acting like Blazer and myself jumped the line ahead of her as if we aren't all in this very same match for the title. But yes, Overton’s win over seven other competitors is impressive, but can she perform when the stakes are so much higher? We’ll see.”

Watson pauses.

“Oh, and LeVine… don't think I've forgotten about you.”

[Ace Watson]

“People have commented on how many chances I've had at the Broadcast Championship, I understand them to an extent… But they keep bringing up that I’ve had three shots and still not won. But what people aren't talking about is how LeVine also had three shots, and he only won one of those. That win was by very easily challenged methods. His claim to that title is nowhere near as strong as he wants you to think. He believes that because his girlfriend won him the match that he's worthy of shots at the other UKWF Championships too? Yes he has the Broadcast Championship but he… You, LeVine… Have done nothing to prove you are worthy of it.”

Ace spoke those last few words through his teeth, a fist clenched. “And you can claim Overton is the only one who poses a threat to you, but clearly thats a lie. If I didn't pose a threat then you wouldn't have needed that outside help in the ladder match, and it wouldn't have taken you three goes to actually “beat” me.”

Watson pauses, before continuing.

“LeVine and Overton underestimate Blazer, but that's a mistake. I know what he can do, I've faced him before. I like Blazer, he's different, unique. Clearly doesn't give a damn about what people think of him. I admire that. And I must say I'm looking forward to facing you again, Blaze. It'll be interesting to see how we fare against each other outside of a tag team.”

“Now, I haven't faced Overton before. So I don't know exactly what to expect, but I can make some assumptions. Hazel, I can tell you're going to go into this match aggressively, hitting hard and confidently. You've got something to prove, you want to back up those all words and prove your SummerFest win wasn't a fluke. But your fault lies in that confidence. That confidence that should probably actually be described as arrogance. See you got on your high horse pretty quickly regarding myself and The Jew Blazer. You're overlooking us before ever having stood opposite us in the ring. When you overlook someone, in this case two people, that's when mistakes happen. That's when you find out you've been overconfident and we’re better than you thought, and you're stuck unprepared in a match that will be non-stop action. Rookie mistake. So Hazel, feel free to ask me again when the last time I won a match was after this. Because I'll be delighted to tell you it was at No Love Lost.”

“But now back to LeVine. You claim to be champion but you've somehow lost the belt. Does the Broadcast Championship really mean so little to you that you would be so careless and leave it in a damn taxi? See, I think that's what may just cost you, LeVine. You don't care enough. And if you really have lost the title, they may as well just make the new one with Ace Watson already engraved.”